The Voice
Written in reference to the upcoming referendum in Australia on the Indigenous Voice to Parliment.
What is Identity?
Identity, elusive and profound, A mystery we all try to surround, It's more than just our name or our race, It's the essence of who…
I am a crow
A poem about a misunderstood bird- the crow.
Writer’s Block
A muted mind upon a blockNo words abound to e'er unlockA body sat, and lain, and strodeA path which fails to crack life's codeO' cursed…
For Better or Verse
As a lad I would oft times sit with pen and heart a quiver. Visions of love and a pounding breast would cause my soul…
On Lost Reality
On lost reality... absence of thought disturbs me. I've found me in a dream... I've lost me in a dream. Longing, like a new window,…
The Graveyard of Truth
A sea of mist surrounds the graveyard where Little Anthea Messner died on the 13th day of November in 1885. It happened that dark, gloomy…
Disillusionment
I am the shadow of a person The whisper remaining of one who has seen his ideals ravaged and his hopes dissipating into dusts of…
Faith
From where was none, Faith has sprung A black rose, Petals poised To drink the night, Like water
December 7
The Arizona Memorial. All quiet on western watersstagnant around the saffron cylindersmirrored in the still, dead sandsof her Apache namesake.In her hold she cradlestwelve hundred…
Ramblings & Random Rants 